a shell by day
a man of flesh and blood
by candlelight
against the world by day
arriving home
in love with life by night
a love arrives
for your vespertine heart
endless night
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a shell by day
a man of flesh and blood
by candlelight
against the world by day
arriving home
in love with life by night
a love arrives
for your vespertine heart
endless night
the moon’s reflection
casting her form on the lake
a wolf steps softly
within the forest
the old gods have their options
when the humans stray
the whispering trees within
weaving their words of silence
She. A concept.
She stands over yonder. So far away.
I. A mystery.
I sit waiting by sparrows. So close.
We. Our reality.
We stand and sit in different places.
crystal clear water
They long to see Lake Baikal
vast in her beauty
The goal was to hear the ice
and to feel and to hear peace
emotional clouds
heavy with the grey of now
hiding the sunset
issues faced on Sunday night
The dread falls within the rain
heavy falling snow
serious solemn faces
outside the old church
gentle, pushed into the hearse
transported to rest awhile
the falling droplets
they increase in their number
the windscreen a blur
neoclassical engine
sounds of heartbreak and the sea
The house no one notices is where the person they call the witch lives.
Quiet, yet uncomfortably loud. That is how the world outside describes ‘the lady’.
Uninterested in the limelight, the shadows of home become her friend.
Surrounded by Literature, she is herself.
studying ancient civilisations
dreaming about being Nefertiti
a Queen with unprecedented power
reading about the god men of great worth
their glorious reigns with women behind
watching the stories told in His Story